So I've been experiencing pangs of guilt lately--I supposed there are many things I could have these over...the pint of Ben and Jerry's I ate Friday night, the way I got angry at my kids for their mess, the fact that I haven't solved world hunger yet. But my guilt isn't from any of those things; it's from the fact that I have been neglectful about my blog. Now I don't keep up the blog to showcase my admittedly amazing incredible life...I keep it up as a family chronicle, a journal complete with stories and pictures of our goings-on. The reason I feel so guilty lately is because the kids have been LOVING reading the book I made out of my blog. They laugh at the stories and pictures of themselves, all the silly things they used to say, they remember the fun vacations we took and things long forgotten. And as I read the stories that I had written, I realized all those daily things, the cuteness, annoyances, craziness, messes, up and downs that you think you will always remember....well, you don't. And so I am making a renewed commitment to my family to be better about this little family record, silly as it may be. And someday when I am old and gray and maybe even long gone, they will have these memories to look back on and remember all the good times we had together.
I did notice in my old blog book that I used to write with much more finesse than I have for a while. I thought for a minute that perhaps I have gotten boring, or the kids have sucked all my creative brain cell away. But I realize, it is a 2-fold issue: 1--the fact that I wait so long between posting makes me have to catch up on 6 months at a time--and I can't sit at a computer screen detailing the little things trying to cover that amount of info, and 2--I came to the realization that it is not ME that has gotten boring...it's my kids. I'm still as interesting as ever, but my kids are outgrowing that sweet innocent stage where the silly things they say and do are just that, silly and cute. Now, however, when my kids do those same "silly" things I tend to find them more annoying than cute. Case in point--making a picture on the bathroom counter out of broken Q-tips used to be adorable. In current times though I find myself saying, "Who broke my entire box of new Qtips!! I just bought those!! What a mess." Ok, maybe I'm not THAT bad, but no one can argue that a 13-year-old boy is as cute as he was when he was 3. But I digress, back to my point, I figure if I can update the blog more often then I will be able to remember and include the cute little things that get forgotten so easily. So here's my attempt at keeping current...
The kids like to steal my phone and even though I have a passcode on it, they can still work the camera...and boy, do they work the camera. In a world where they are surrounded by screens it makes sense my kids would want to be on one themselves. I find literally countless videos the kids have taken of themselves and each other--Joey's videos are usually of him making some odd face and equally strange noises while filming in slo-mo or fast mode which exaggerates his craziness. Maggie, on the other hand, had decided she wants to be a "YouTuber"and makes instructional videos on how to do things like play with a dollhouse, or draw a picture. They are usually very very very informative (translation: LONG--the last one was 23 minutes long). But every once and a while while deleting all the new additions to my album, I come across a gem or two. Here's a cute one of Joey the kids must have snapped. We must have been leaving grandma Calder's house (the soda can).
We took a day trip on President's Day to the San Raphael Swell. On the drive down Ziggy showed how True Blue she was by smiling when we put on Ty's BYU hat. I mean, really...she is smiling. Either that or thinking "I'm just waiting to make my escape. Just smile and pretend everything's normal...."
There were some really neat looking rock formations. While the kids were playing on the boulders we found a "rock bench" that we parked it on while we watched the kids play.